Zhou Zhijing was silent.

The box in his hand changed shape because he used too much force, and the subtle sound became particularly harsh in this quiet space.

The deformed box gave birth to sharp horns, and the stinging of her palm hurt.

Her fingers were bent, and her nails cut through the transparent wrapping paper on the outside, making a sparse sound.

She swallowed and complained: ......

"The Crowd" Chapter 125 How to let it? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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